what I want is tangled
and twisted,
gnarled and knotted,
writhing like a den of serpents
with scratched and bitten skin, and pulled hair
it’s erotic
not just sex
I want something that makes me shiver, and burn
I want her body to make mine shudder,
and my lips to yearn for her skin, … all of it, any of it
I want something so engrossing that it puts you at one with eternity,
and makes all else fade to oblivion
something as pure as two people searching for one and other,
with one and other
not for just quick self gratification,
but two people looking for a connection,
for the extra-ordinary
© 2000 Peter
A. Rosel
